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I sat beside the pasture stream When Beautys self was sitting by The fields did more than Eden seem Nor could I tell the reason why I often drank when not adry To pledge her health in draughts divine Smiles made it nectar from the sky Love turned een water into wine O Poesy is on the wane I cannot find her face again Image by my friend #JackBodimead #poetry #environment #honesty Comments welcome below